Chapter 6: NTR. (1)

Jezebelle was stressed.

This was natural. After all, she was a medschool student. There's nothing easy that comes with that. Waking up, going to the hospital for training, going to school, coming home and studying... she was working hard from dawn till dusk. School even invaded her thoughts on the weekends, which was supposed to be her time off. These days she was reaching her breaking point, and there was only one thing that made her forget the rest of the world.

"Ahhhh... Yesss, yes!..."

A singular suspicious jet-black toy. It was oddly shaped and had multiple vibration functions. Did more need to be said?

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

The toy shook her... sensitive spots and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. There were no coherent thoughts remaining, only a blank void. However, if it could be put into words...

It feels good!

Overwhelming pleasure, plain and simple. If for only a moment she could forget about the world, it was the best moment ever. But all good times... came to an end.

Aww...

The rollercoaster of pleasure gradually halted. No matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't start again.

Ugh... Back to work tomorrow...

And naturally, this was her first thought after exiting the ride. Oh how she loathed herself for it!

I just want to do something different... Should I?

"Something different"... It was something she'd never tried. She grabbed her phone and opened a certain website. Its infamous tagline sprung up on the screen.

"Swipe right for the time of your life"? That's a bit cheesy, isn't it?

Jezebelle had never done anything like this before. Her family stressed the importance of waiting until marriage, but she couldn't take it anymore.

She went to create her account... but hesitated.

What if my family or friends find me?

It was a natural concern for any new user, but she shook her head. She already resolved herself to do this, so there was no backing out now!

Profile picture and bio... What to put, what to put...

She didn't want to put any more brainpower into this, but she had to come up with something clever, right? But after 10 minutes of brainstorming, she couldn't think of anything.

Whatever, don't they say to be yourself anyway?

She flopped over sideways on her bed, relaxed, and took a selfie as candidly as possible.

What the heck... It's actually good?

Half of her face was buried in her pillow, and the other half shyly blushed for the camera. Her pale skin and silver hair shone vibrantly in contrast to her jet-black sheets. Her blue-purple gradient irises, or rather, iris, sucked even her own attention... What would it do to a stranger?

A mixture of anxiety and frustration welled up within her. How come this was one of her cutest pictures? It didn't happen in any formal photoshoot, but this?

Of all places? Here? Well... guess I should count my blessings while they last.

There was no point in agonizing over success. As for her bio...

Um... "Jezebelle Staia, 23. Pent-up medschool student. Just want to have fun. Anyone want to play with me?" Gosh this is so dumb...

It was undoubtedly embarrassing, but she didn't have any better ideas. She'd spent far too long on this, anyway. She put the finishing touches on her profile, set it public, and switched off her phone. After consuming some instant noodles for dinner and getting ready to sleep, she promptly passed out on her bed.

Tomorrow was another day.

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... Huh?

Jezebelle awoke to a flurry of notifications on her phone. Still half-asleep, she bumbled through the UI of the dating app.

Huh? What???

Only one night had passed, yet over a hundred matches awaited her.

Her head spun - she buried her head in her pillow to calm herself down. As a typically shy and reserved girl, she'd never "put herself out there" before. This overwhelming response easily disoriented her for several minutes.

She peeked at the screen again. After gathering her willpower, she decided to take a look at the guys that were interested in her.

Um... Um...

Her brain was overheating. The picture she took was abnormally good, so she was expecting around 10 matches max. From there it'd be somewhat easy to choose. However, there were clearly way too many options now!

But the more she swiped, the more she simmered down.

Uh...

Now, she was flustered for another reason. Most of these guys had shallow and cheesy lines in their bios... Some of these "pickup lines" even made her physically cringe.

I knew what I was getting myself into... I don't know what I was expecting.

It was safe to say that most people using this service weren't looking for any sort of meaningful relationship. It should have been obvious, but it was still a little disappointing. She swiped left several more times and was about to give up, but one option made her do a double take.

Collem Donte, 24? Why does he look so familiar? Is he in my curriculum?

She'd gotten over a hundred matches, so there was a chance that someone that knew her was taking a chance. However, no matter how much she wracked her brains, there was no memory of this "Donte" at school...

Wait, Donte? Maybe this is why he sounded so familiar...

She quickly searched the net for "Donte", and the first results were exactly what she expected.

Donte Pharmaceutical, hm...

A massive private healthcare company - the first in the world to reach a trillion-dollar net worth. The CEO was Shinze Donte. His wife was Tsiqi Donte. And one of their children was... Collem Donte.

There's no way.

The revelation was so shocking that Jezebelle failed to feel any emotion at all. She quickly looked up as much information as she could about Collem.

His profile was verified on the dating app, and his pictures and information all matched online sources as well.

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185 cm tall. Narrow and sharp eyes. Caramel skin. Short, jet-black, dreadlock-esque hair. A fit body, but not overly muscular.

And those eyes...

Staring into his crimson eyes made her consciousness spin. Those eyes burned her up inside as she came to understand the gravity of the situation.

Hehehe... The heir of a trillion-dollar company...?? with me.. Huh... Ah...

Those were the last thoughts before she passed out on her bed once more.

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AHHHHHHHH! I'm late!

When Jezebelle returned to consciousness, it was already past noon. "Late" was an understatement. This was simply unacceptable! With her mind spinning at a mile per minute, she spared no effort to prepare for her day as quickly as possible.

She grabbed her phone before heading out and unsurprisingly found numerous notifications from professors and colleagues. When she saw this, a wave of apathy washed over her.

I don't want to go back there right now... Do I have to...?

She searched for something, anything, to keep her mind off of impending doom for just a moment longer. The solution?

Did Collem message me?

She opened her DMs with the superstar she'd somehow stumbled across, and...

Yes!

>Collem Donte: My place @13:00. We live in the same complex - I'm room 9999.

Eh? How does he know where I live?

Jezebelle shivered at the thought of this. If he wanted to, he could have already done something to her.

I guess that's a silver lining... however thin it is...

What would be the consequences for rejecting him? Someone that wealthy... put simply, the law would treat him differently...

She nervously gulped and looked at the time. There were about 30 minutes remaining.

Well I obviously can't go to class now!

A perfect excuse to ditch arose. As a model student, Jezebelle had only ditched class for fun once in her life. It was clear that this situation was extremely unordinary.

30 minutes had never felt longer. She paced erratically around her room.

Wait, I can't wear this!

Suddenly feeling like an idiot, she threw off her hospital uniform as quickly as possible. Now, a new problem arose!

What should I wear????

She'd never even been on a proper date before! The only guys she talked to about that stuff were the potential marriage candidates her parents had arranged...

Guh, why does our family still do arranged marriages in this day and age?

The gears in her brain malfunctioned as she cursed her parents for her upbringing. Time ticked away, but she didn't have anything "date-worthy" in her closet!

Uh... I'll just wear this...

She picked the most revealing outfit she owned - denim short shorts and a tie-dye spaghetti strap top. She'd seen some daring girls wear even more revealing clothes in public before, but even this was way outside her comfort zone.

I'm going crazy...

She couldn't stop herself from turning red with embarassment as she examined her outfit in the mirror. She looked at the time. Ten minutes left.

Collem apparently lived on the highest floor of this apartment complex: the floor with by far the most expensive rooms. She'd never even been near there, as one needed special access to be able to take the elevator to those floors.

Jezebelle currently lived on the first floor, so she exited her room and walked down the hallway towards the concierge.

I hope no one I know sees me...

She couldn't help but be hyper-aware of her surroundings while wearing this outfit. After what seemed like forever, she approached the front desk. Fortunately, there was no one else around.

"Um... Excuse me..."

"How can I help you?"

"Um... Can I get access to the... top floor?"

Even speaking those words were difficult for her - how could someone like her ever get access to something like that? The receptionist even raised an eyebrow at this request.

"What's your name?"

"Um... Jezebelle... Jezebelle Staia."

"Oh, it's you. Of course. We had special instructions to receive you."

"Huh? Oh..."

It should have been obvious, but how could she expect this development? Someone as powerful as the Dontes could easily give special instructions to the concierge.

"Here's your temp keycard," she said as she handed Jezebelle a thin card. "It's only usable once, and it expires at the end of the day."

"Thank you," Jezebelle said as she politely nodded.

She rushed over to the nearest elevator and looked at the buttons.

There were the ordinary up and down elevator buttons, but below that was a small sensor. She nervously placed the thin card near the sensor, and the doors in front of her immediately slid open.

"One-time trip to the 99th floor - Jezebelle Staia," an artificial voice sounded over the PA as she stepped inside.

She clutched her hands near her chest as the elevator rocketed to the top of the building.

"I hope ditching class is worth it for this..."

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